it’s hard to focus on responsibilities and work that needs to be done on days when it feels like the rest of my world is churning. expressing myself (or rather lack there of) via impersonal, textual means; bubbling anger inside; selfishly wishing things would just be different; trying to control everything in my path; questioning my, our very existence in this space (that one and that one too).
you’ve held on as well and you continue to believe. there’s no reason I can’t too.
our well-deserved break from the hard is around the corner, I know it must be. you said so yourself.